Harry is sent to Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit. When he escapes a massive manhunt begins. How will Harry surive and can he clear his name? This is a remastered version of my original story. It has been altered (for the better- I hope) and correcte

It is an odd feeling to be dragged about against your will, I can't
say I care for the feeling, nor do I recommend it. Currently there
are two rather large men tossing me about like I were a sack of flour
and moving me about as if I were not a living being. Given my
situation I'm amazed that I was given the time to make myself look
"presentable" for the court. I find it funny how easily it
was for people to love me as the Boy-Who-Lived one moment and then
spit upon me as a traitor the next. None save the young woman who
loves me, and I love equally as much, believe in my innocence.

It stupefies me that those that claim to love and know me can
actually believe that I am capable of siding with the man who
murdered my parents, thus forcing me into the wretched life I've had
to endure. I never asked for fame, or the fortune that I acquired as
a result of my parents death. No, given a choice I would gladly
trade it all to have my parents back.

"Mind your tongue in the presence of your betters Potter."
One of the guards says in a hushed voice as the other opens the door
to the Wizengamot Chamber. The room has not changed much since I was
last here, not that I expected it to. This time however I notice
that Minister Fudge has an even larger grin on his face.

"I'll be sure to do that when they arrive. Till then I'll just
have to make due with the Wizengamot." I say much to the
guard's displeasure. Unfortunately for them we are now in open
court so they are incapable of retaliating against my remark.

"Harry James Potter, you have been found guilty of using all
three unforgivable curses, treason against the magical community, and
murder. Due to your previous serves to this community and your
status as a minor you will not be administered the Dementor's Kiss."
The head of the Wizengamot states.

"We have decided to show you the mercy that you did not show
your victim and will transport you to Azkaban Prison where you shall
serve out your three consecutive life sentences." A second
Judge informed the sixteen-year-old boy whose face was hidden by the
shadows.

Harry gaze was not on the Minister of Magic as the man spoke to him.
No, Harry's eyes simply glared at the gathering of those who he once
thought were his friends… his family. It had been extremely
difficult and nauseating to watch as those closest to him testified
against him. Each said roughly the same thing. They stated that I
had changed since the Tri-Wizard Tournament and that upon my return
to Hogwarts I seemed darker, less noble. It was extremely difficult
to hear these words from Ron and Hermione, who Harry had refused to
look at. There was one lone voice that tried to sway the court, the
one person who had not betrayed his trust, or his love. Harry's
heart swelled as he recalled Ginerva Molly Weasley spouted off all
the good he'd done and that he was incapable of committing the crimes
he was accused of despite the evidence presented.

Before Harry could be dragged off he turned back to those handing
down his sentence and said, "The day will come when we all have
to atone for our sins…" Harry stated. "I look forward to
the day that I am standing where you are and you have to atone for
yours."

"Do you have anything else to say?" Cornelius Fudge asked
with a grin on his face.

"Other than you smell like a dung heap and have the intelligence
and face of a blast ended skrewt no." Harry stated.

The room was filled with laughter as Fudge fumed over the statement.
Harry's defiance to Fudge's authority was clear as day and he
continually made the Minister of Magic look like a fool.

"Guards, get this young man out of our sight." Fudge
commanded.

The guards then forced Harry from the room. Two aurors' then
violently dragged the sixteen-year-old boy from the center of the
room. Harry struggled against them, hoping to somehow get out of
their grip. When the guards had the boy out of view of the public
one of them punched Harry in the stomach to take some of the wind out
of him. Harry, his breathe forced out of him by the larger man,
yielded as they dragged him from the courtroom.

"I've wanted to do that all day." The guard that struck
Harry announced and proceeded to punch him again for good measure.

"Just give us another excuse Potter." The other guard
informed him. "We'll be happy to show you what happens to
prisoners to attempt to escape from our custody."

"There he goes." Ron said stating the obvious.

The youngest Weasley boy watched from the elevated window in the
Ministry of Magic as Harry Potter was loaded into the prison
transport. Ronald Weasley until recently had been Harry's best
friend. After Harry's reprehensible crime though, he'd told the boy
that he had lost all respect for him and that he was going to see to
it that he rotted in Azkaban for the rest of his life. The fact that
Harry was barely coherent when he made this announcement mattered not
to him. The farther Harry Potter was from him and his loved ones,
particularly his sister, all the better in Ron's book.

Ginny Weasley was crying as she peered out the window as Harry was
thrown into the transport. The thought of the horrors Harry Potter
was about to endure terrified her. It was a well-known fact how
Harry suffered at the hands of Dementors. Furthermore he would not
have his wand, nor was he an animagi like his father and godfather.
No, Harry was about to suffer a tournament the likes few truly knew.
As the transport began moving away Ginny turned to the Hogwarts
Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black and
noticed that they showed no signs of sympathy or remorse for what
Harry was about to endure.

"He brought it upon himself Ginny." Remus Lupin told the
crying girl in a vain attempt to console her.

Ginny ignored the patronizing remark and shot back with a question
that had been on her mind for some time now. "Why didn't you
give him Veritaserum then." She asked Lupin and Sirius.

"What was the point?" Tonks asked. "We know what we
saw, we know that his wand was used in the murder."

"Then what did you have to lose by not confirming it?" She
retorted.

"Ginny, I know you loved him." Sirius stated as he too
watched Harry being taken to the place where he rotted for twelve
years. It was a fate that he had hoped would never befall Harry but
given the situation he knew that it was what he deserved.

"No!!!" She yelled. The room was suddenly taken aback.

"I LOVE HIM! No past tense." She stated at the man she
now held in contempt.

"Were I allowed to leave Hogwarts prior to today I would have at
least tried to help prove his innocence. What is your excuse?"
Ginny asked pointing to Sirius Black.

"Ginny…" Sirius stated but was cut off by the fiery red
haired girl.

"You what. You're sorry. You just think I'm an emotionally
distraught young girl. You think I don't know what I'm talking
about. Well guess what, I'm not. Even if Harry were found guilty in
a fair trial, which that farce was not, I would still a clean
conscience for trying to prove his innocence, like he did for you,
you ungrateful son of a…"

"Enough Ginny." Ron yelled.

"Don't talk to me Ronald Weasley. You and Hermione are just as
bad. You gave up on the man that saved my life, saved your life"
Ginny said pointing to Sirius, "and how do you thank him? You
do nothing. So the lot of you can just sod off." She screamed
at her brother and Hermione. "And you can go rot in Hell for all I
care Sirius Black." Ginny decreed then promptly left the room.

"What if she's right?" Hermione asked with a look of
sadness.

"Hermione, not you too." Ron muttered. "The evidence
is…."

"Circumstantial." She answered.

"We saw…."

"How many people saw Peter Pettigrew die thinking that you
killed thirteen people Sirius?" She reminded them all.

"Hermione, don't you think I thought of that?" Sirius
asked.

"Why didn't you use Veritaserum then, to remove all doubt?"
Hermione asked.

"There was no point." Tonks replied again.

"The point is that Harry would have broken every wizarding law,
like he did for Sirius, to prove that person's innocence."
Hermione said as the realization of what she'd done came to her.
"And we did nothing to help him in return."

"Hermione, the case is closed. Harry was found guilty; we have
to leave it at that. Ron told his love.

"That doesn't mean I have to like it." Hermione said as she
glared out the window, not excepting any comfort from her love.

---July 31, 2003---

Prisoner 073180

Name: Potter, Harry James.

Age 23

Crime: Found guilty of using all three unforgivable curses, treason,
and murder.

Psychological state: Unknown.

Notes: Prisoner has not said a word for seven years or moved, save
to eat and go to the

loo.

---July 31, 2005---

Prisoner 073180.

Name: Potter, Harry James.

Age: 25

Crime: Found guilty of using all three unforgivable curses, treason,
and murder.

Psychological state: Unknown.

Notes: Prisoner has now assumed a meditation like trance. Does not
more or respond to

any outside stimuli. Moves only to eat and go to the loo.

---July 31, 2006---

Prisoner 073180.

Name: Potter, Harry James.

Age: 26

Crime: Found guilty of using all three unforgivable curses, treason,
and murder.

Psychological state: Unknown.

Notes: Prisoner continues to assume a meditation like trance. Does
not more or respond

to any outside stimuli. Moves only to eat and go to the loo.

Minister of Magic Amos Diggory was making his annual tour of the
Azkaban facility when he came to the last holding cell on his tour.
This particular cell was located at the rear of the facilities to
isolate the prison from the population. While he deserved to be
here, it was deemed that he had too many enemies in the facility and
needed to be in isolation. Normally the Minister of Magic would not
be so accommodating but given his past history with this charge felt
he owed him at least that much for what he did over ten years ago for
his son.

"It's been a long time since we last saw each other Potter."
Amos said.

Harry Potter, age twenty-five was sitting in his cell, eyes closed,
meditating as he'd done for the last year.

"The guards tell me that you stay like this almost all the time,
that you don't even use your bed."

Amos looked at the now twenty-six year old man. While thin, he
looked healthier than most of the prisoners here.

"Do you have anything to say before I head back to the
ministry?" Amos asked.

When Harry didn't say anything immediately Amos assumed that the boy
was ignoring him. He was about to leave when Harry opened his eyes
and said one word.

"Ginny."

Amos didn't know where it was coming from but he suddenly felt the
air radiate with power. He turned to look at Harry as the young man
literally floated up until he could stand on his own two feet.
Raising his right arm he pointed directly at the door and waved his
arm. Amos jumped to the left of the door as he heard the metal
hinges on the door groan just before the door to Harry Potter's cell
flew off its hinges and impacted against the wall across from it was
once mounted. Managing to sit up Diggory watched as Harry Potter
slowly walked out of his cell.

"Guards." Amos yelled.

A troop of Dementors barreled down the hallway and floated towards
the unarmed Harry Potter. Harry stared them down as the hallways
dimmed. He could feel the cold and depressing feelings the Dementors
gave off and see the darkness that attempted to engulf all the light
around him. The young man tilted his head to the left and Amos could
hear cartilage cracking. Harry then titled it to the right and a few
more popped. When the Dementors were just a few meters away Harry's
face showed a rage the likes of which the Minister had never seen,
much less heard of. Raising his arms Harry Potter yelled at the top
of his lungs, "LUMOS SOLARUM!!"

A light, bright as the sun filled the corridor and pushed back the
darkness the Dementors created. This sudden action caused the
Dementors to momentarily faultier. Diggory, who was still on the
floor, could not understand how Harry was capable of generating this
king of magic, after having been in Azkaban for a decade, and without
a wand. Harry's next move baffled the older man even more.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!!! Harry yelled equally as loud. A shriek
filled the hallway as not one but many silvery stags emerged from
Harry's outstretched Hands. The multiple patronus stags sought out
the foul Dementors and the halls of Azkaban were wailing as the
black-cloaked captors were decimated. All the while Harry Potter
just slowly walked the corridors as he made his way to the exit.

The eight aurors that served as Amos Diggory's bodyguards while he
was in the field were shocked when a silver stag chased down and
literally destroyed a Demontor right before their very eyes, a feet
that they had never seen, much less heard of. The men drew their
wands and waited to see who had cast that charm and were prepared to
deal with whatever might come out of the prison next. It was only a
moment later that a lone figure walked out of the darkened hallway
and into the light.

Sunlight, real sunlight. Harry thought to himself as he stood
outside the prison and basked in the warmth of the sunlight. It had
been ten long and agonizing years without it and he felt as if he
could simply stand outside all day and bask in its warm light. He
would too if he hadn't broken out for a specific reason.

"Stop where you are Potter." Amos Diggory screamed.

The eight aurors' quickly surrounded him, wands raised ready to fire
a number of curses at him. Harry wasn't paying them any mind. He
had his eyes closed and was still basking in the warmth of the sun.
His happy mood was suddenly spoiled by an all too familiar presence
apparating near him. Albus Dumbledore, current Headmaster at
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had apparated to Azkaban
at exactly the same moment that Harry exited it. Harry had learned
early on that coincidences like this were hardly coincidental. That
was ok though, Harry was actually quite pleased to see the
treacherous headmaster.

"Harry, don't do anything foolish, or rash." Albus
ordered.

Harry gave the man a look of disgust. He couldn't believe Dumbledore
had the nerve to even utter those words to him.

"I'm sorry, you must have me confused with someone else. You
see, the Harry Potter you knew and actually cared what you thought of
him no longer exists." Harry said in a sarcastic tone. "You
killed that man the day you and the rest of my so called friends and
family betrayed him."

"I did what the law required Harry. Now give yourself up before
you get yourself into any more trouble."

Not even bothering to dignify Dumbledore's statement with a
response Harry closed his eyes and focused for a few seconds. Before
the Aurors, Diggory or Albus himself could utter an incantation or
even move a muscle Harry used a spell that created another brilliant
and quite blinding flash of light. The move took all present, even
the greatest sorcerer of our time, completely by surprise. This was
saying a lot because Albus Dumbledore seemed to pride himself on not
surprised by anything. Moments later Dumbledore, Amos Diggory, and
his bodyguards were standing again. Harry had disappeared and there
was no trace of where he could have gone.

"What the hell was that?" Amos asked.

"A rather disturbing turn of events I'm afraid." Albus
answered as he replaced his glasses on his face.

"What do you mean?" Amos inquired.

"Harry should not know that spell. It is a rather advanced and
powerful spell that one uses against multiple opponents to escape
said opponents with relative ease. Since neither I, nor any of the
staff taught him the spell it is very disturbing that he knows of it.
Also that he preformed it without a wand, and at a greater level
than I am capable of I find extremely disturbing." Dumbledore
explained.

"I will need to see all the record of everything that has
transpired during his stay here these past ten years."

"Of course, I'll have them to you right away." Diggory
stated.

As the two men awaited the records an owl arrived with a message for
Professor Dumbledore. Albus wasted no time in reading the messages
contents.

"This is bad." Dumbledore muttered.

"What is it Albus?"

"It is a message from Molly Weasley. Her daughter has just been
abducted." Dumbledore informed the Minister.

"Potter." Amos said aloud. "He uttered the girls
name just before escaping, he must be the one who grabbed her."

"Impossible, Harry has only just escaped." Albus informed
him.

"He just decimated our entire Azkaban guard Albus. He blew the
door off of its hinges. He escaped eight of the best aurors in the
world, the Minister of Magic and Headmaster of Hogwarts all without a
wand, exactly how can you think it impossible that he has taken her
hostage?"

"For one, because Harry loves her with all his heart and she is
the only person who still believes he's innocent. Secondly, because
it says in the letter she was taken by Death Eaters." Albus
answered calmly.

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